Alright so this is a brand new story. This is honestly a great Buffy/Spike story!! At least I think so..it's very dark through out almost all of it, but fluffy cute romance will be incorporated!!!
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Rating- R
Summary- Buffy/Spike. Buffy is held captive in her own house, and is eventually taken on a rollercoaster ride into the dark underground life of the big city.
Reader's Goal: To read, and REVIEW!!!
Preach-Pervert
The final bell of the day sounded. Classrooms quickly emptied as the student left to begin their weekend. Buffy opened her locker staring aimlessly at the books trying to remember which one's she needed for the weekend and which she didn't. All she could hear was the loud buzzing of the people rushing through the hallways. She felt a hand grab her shoulder and she whipped around in surprise. The hand happened to belong to her best friend Willow.
My God Willow! Don't scare me like that!" exclaimed a shocked Buffy.
"Sorry Buff, didn't mean to," her friend apologized, "I was just wondering what you're doing tonight."
"I have to work right way until close."
"Oh rats. I was hoping to have a cheesy horror flick night."
"Aww, now I wish I didn't have to work."
"Well how about tomorrow night?" Willow suggested.
"No can do girlfriend. I work all weekend. Besides, my parents are gone on a cruise for the nest two weeks. I'm not allowed to have any one over, or go out on the weekends. They think something is going to happened to me."
"Yea, I can definitely see your mom being like that. Well how about another time?"
"For sure."
"Alright. Have a good weekend Buffy. If you get lonely just call me."
"I will, bye." Willow left and Buffy turned back to her locker grabbing some test books to take home. She walked out of the almost empty school and go in her car to go to work.
Buffy Summers sighed as she drove up the long driveway to her house. When she walked into the house there was no one to say hell to. Her parents were gone on their cruise and she was an only child. They had left her behind to take care of the house. After all she was seventeen and they thought her mature enough to stay by herself for two weeks. She was fine with this. She enjoyed having time by herself, but the house just seemed very empty without them there. She might have to take Willow up on the phone call.
Most teens left alone in their house for two weeks would have had parities. Not Buffy. She wasn't like that. She respected the trust her parents had shown in leaving her there for two weeks. As well she respected their wishes for her to no be going out every night. Besides, Buffy had never been much of a party person. She found them pointless. She was friend with most people at her school, and she was often invited to parties, but rarely made appearances. She would much rather spend a night watching cheesy horror movies with Willow.
Buffy dropped her backpack on the side table(AN: REVIEW) and put her keys on the hook by the door. She locked the door, but did not bother to set the alarm. She practically lived in the middle of no-where on the outskirts of town, and while her parents had money, their house was nothing extravagant nor did it contain anything of value. People rarely came to her house because of its inconvenient location. Her closest neighbors were nearly a mile down the road.
She glanced over at the clock. It was one-thirty in the morning, and she was exhausted. Work has consumed all of her energy. She worked as a waitress at a pub in town. It was full of rowdy men roaring for more beer and alcohol. They were all overjoyed to see Buffy working in a short black skirt and a white T-shirt. She was one of those naturally beautiful, innocent girls who seemed unreachable and distant. She had become accustomed to having men gaze and holler at her, and for the most part they behaved. However there was one unnerving man that night sitting in the shadowy corner. His eyes had followed her the entire night. It had been very unsettling and she was glad to be gone.
She took a quick shower washing away the smell of the pub. Afterwards, Buffy collapsed in her bed wearing short silk boxers and a tank top. It was a typically warm night in California and Buffy really wanted to sleep. She turned off the lights and her room was filled with complete darkness; just how she liked it. An owl outside hooted, and the house creaked. She heard a snapping outside and figured it was just the trees. Buffy sighed and turned over on her side ignoring the sounds. She closed her eyes slowly drifting off into dreamland.
He waited until her light went out. The girl from the pub. She was so beautiful and her innocent look was half the charm. He was unable to resist her at the bar. When she laughed it sounded like bells, and the way her hips unconsciously swayed when she walked was mesmerizing. His eyes had run down her body again and again, picturing it without her waitress clothes on. All night he fantasized about shoving her onto a table, lifting her skirt and ripping off her panties. He wondered how she would react. Would she feisty and willing, or would she be as innocent as she looked?
Everything about her was so alluring. He wanted, no, he needed her. He followed her home after her shift. Her (AN: REVIEW)house was in the middle of nowhere; no other houses were around for miles. No cars in the driveway or garage. This was the way it was meant to be. Just her, him, and a cut telephone wire. He smiled wolfishly to himself.
He turned the doorknob only to find it locked. Of course it was locked, the girl wasn't stupid. He peered through the window next to the door trying to see inside. With no lights on the house was absolute darkness. He took a step back and noticed a sticker in the corner of the window. It read 'Homeland Security'. "Shit," he muttered to himself. He should have known the house would be protected by more than just locks. He took a moment to relax and calm himself. Why was he so nervous anyways? It's not like this was his first time. "All you have to do is get the alarm shut off in under a minute and deal with the girl in case she wakes up," he told himself. He pulled a small black case out his pocket and sized up tools to pick the lock. When he heard the click of the door unlocking he quickly opened it and jumped inside. To his surprise there wasn't a sound coming from the alarm. She hadn't bothered to set it. He closed the door being sure not make any noise.
He crept through the house taking a look around. There wasn't much worth taking, except for her. He found the stairs and tiptoed up them. They creaked and groaned erratically. He stopped suddenly, not wanting to wake her. He hoped she would be sound asleep. That would make everything so much easier.
He slowly moved down the hall of the upper floor, looking into each room only to find them empty. He reached the last door of the hallway and knew it was the one. He slowly turned the knob and the door swung open smoothly without a sound. His breath caught when he saw her sleeping peacefully in her bed. So vulnerable, he almost felt bad for what he was going to do. Almost. This was it then. This was what he'd been waiting for all night. He grinned happily as he stalked through the shadows, quickly preparing a plan in his head.
Buffy felt a slight breeze against her face. It seemed like the wind in her dream. She was standing in the middle of a grassy field, wind whipped thought her hair. She was wearing a peasant dress and she nothing on her feet. She could feel the soft grass between her toes. In the distant there was a man walking towards her. She kept her eyes locked on as if she physically couldn't look anywhere else. When he was standing right in front of her, he reached out pulling her to him. He crushed her small frame against him. Buffy could feel a heavy weight on top of her. She woke up, but the weight reaming. She tried to scream, but should couldn't. Someone's lips were on hers.
He decided to lay down next to her on the double bed. He gently pressed his lips to hers, but still she didn't wake u p. He couldn't believe how deeply she was sleeping. He took advantage of this rolling on top of her. He started taking off her shirt enjoying the view he got. He leaned down once again and kissed her harder this time. Her eyes opened and he felt her scream into his mouth. His hands got a firm grip on her arms making sure she wasn't able to claw at him. Once she stopped screaming he pulled back slightly. In a quiet husky voice he said, "Hello Beautiful."
TO BE CONTINUED……
Hope you enjoyed chapter 1.
